Little feet, charming smile
Taking a step, once in a while,
Sweetness such, it’s undefined;
Like bud or dew, or honey refined.
When she speaks, but are they words?
Seems like the song, of some faraway birds.
Sweet in innocence, innocence sweet,
It sweeps me away, from my feet.
Beacon of light, joy and delight,
The little angel, she’s a Mother’s pride.
Shruti Goswami
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-42/
